Today I’m mourning the death of my vacation for tomorrow it’s back to work.
This image was taken on New Years Eve. I think that I’m actually dancing. Actually, I have no idea what I’m doing. This one is particularly special.
On an unrelated note, I watched March of the Penguins over the holiday. While doing so, I had the most irrational thoughts. Questions were uttered. Questions like, “Why can’t we collect them all in buses and move them to Pittsburgh or Detroit?” and “4 Months without food? After walking 70 miles in -58 degree weather? Why aren’t these documentary filmmakers giving them a snack?” Another: “Aren’t there any McDonald’s out there?” And another: “How do they not eat their own eggs once they screw up the transaction from the mom to the dad and the embryos freeze to death?” And “Why did that many penguins let ONE asshole bird eat that baby?”
I asked question after question and half-expected an answer. If someone can put me in contact with the filmmakers, that’d be great. I am having trouble sleeping.
My conclusion: Penguins are slightly crazy but should all be considered for sainthood. Nature wasn’t fair to them yet they make the best of it. We could stand to learn from them about community and not killing ones own kind even while starving and freezing to death. Plus, they live on a continent sporting at least 70 miles without a McDonald’s.
I’ll drink to these zoot suit wearing birds.